Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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16. oldal
... proud honour claimed Azazel as his right , a Cherub tall : Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign ; which , full high advanced , Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind , With gems and golden lustre rich ...
... proud honour claimed Azazel as his right , a Cherub tall : Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign ; which , full high advanced , Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind , With gems and golden lustre rich ...
18. oldal
... proudly eminent , Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness , nor appeared Less than archangel ruined , and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty ...
... proudly eminent , Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness , nor appeared Less than archangel ruined , and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty ...
20. oldal
... proud soldan , with presumptuous cheer And countenance sublime and insolent , Sought only slaughter and avengëment ; But the brave prince for honour and for right , Gainst tortuous power and lawless regiment , In the behalf of wrongèd ...
... proud soldan , with presumptuous cheer And countenance sublime and insolent , Sought only slaughter and avengëment ; But the brave prince for honour and for right , Gainst tortuous power and lawless regiment , In the behalf of wrongèd ...
26. oldal
... proud steed's neck , Bespake them thus : ' I thank you , countrymen : ' And thus still doing , thus he passed along . As in a theatre , the eyes of men , After a well - graced actor leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters ...
... proud steed's neck , Bespake them thus : ' I thank you , countrymen : ' And thus still doing , thus he passed along . As in a theatre , the eyes of men , After a well - graced actor leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters ...
32. oldal
... proud submission , Still dreading death , when she had markèd long , Her heart gan melt in great compassion ; And drizzling tears did shed for pure affection . ' The lion , lord of every beast in field , ' Quoth she , his princely ...
... proud submission , Still dreading death , when she had markèd long , Her heart gan melt in great compassion ; And drizzling tears did shed for pure affection . ' The lion , lord of every beast in field , ' Quoth she , his princely ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
158. oldal - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
175. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
156. oldal - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
76. oldal - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
217. oldal - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
110. oldal - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
41. oldal - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
192. oldal - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
198. oldal - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
310. oldal - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...